Tomes and Talismans

sta, viator, heroem calcas

I have no idea what the life span is of a stone on a Wexford beach. I know what books George Eliot was reading in 1876, and what letters she was writing and what sentences she was composing, and maybe that is enough for me to know. The rest is science and I do not do science. It is possible then that I miss the point of most things—the mild windlessness of the day, the swallows’ flight, how these words appear on the screen as I enter them, the greenness of the stone.

"The Empty Family" by Colm Tóibín

Poland has awarded my uncle the Knight’s Cross of the Order of Merit for his contributions to Polish-American and Slavic research and teaching of early immigrant literature.
Do book stuff, become a knight.

Poland has awarded my uncle the Knight’s Cross of the Order of Merit for his contributions to Polish-American and Slavic research and teaching of early immigrant literature.

Do book stuff, become a knight.

I finally found the right spot to describe “the evil glitter of snakeskin” on nighttime skyscrapers. I must have made that note at least eight years ago.

So you don’t have to kill your darlings, just let them develop into Omen-esque hell-scamps, if not surly teens.

"I kept thinking of you while I walked home past the graveyard."

"You live near a graveyard?"

"…Suspiciously near!"

This cover design is like a personal affront.
"Introduction by Gary Shteyngart" is NOT HELPING.

This cover design is like a personal affront.

"Introduction by Gary Shteyngart" is NOT HELPING.

Bondo-san getting all Convertible to Yokohama in You Only Live Twice:
Tiger pulled up a chair and faced Bond across the low drink table. He poured himself a liberal tot of Suntory and splashed in the soda. The sound of night traffic from the main Tokyo-Yokohama road came in from somewhere beyond the surrounding houses, only a few of which now showed doll’s-house squares of yellow light. It was the end of September, but warm. It was ten minutes to midnight.
It’s also far less racist than Roald Dahl’s movie script. Still pretty racist tho.

Bondo-san getting all Convertible to Yokohama in You Only Live Twice:

Tiger pulled up a chair and faced Bond across the low drink table. He poured himself a liberal tot of Suntory and splashed in the soda. The sound of night traffic from the main Tokyo-Yokohama road came in from somewhere beyond the surrounding houses, only a few of which now showed doll’s-house squares of yellow light. It was the end of September, but warm. It was ten minutes to midnight.

It’s also far less racist than Roald Dahl’s movie script. Still pretty racist tho.

I was already fairly thrilled just to see Todd Haynes talk about Velvet Goldmine, but today the MCA notified ticket holders to show up 2 hours early because Haynes demanded they screen the movie, too.
I gotta be real careful not to let too many ca. 2005 demon powers re-activate.

I was already fairly thrilled just to see Todd Haynes talk about Velvet Goldmine, but today the MCA notified ticket holders to show up 2 hours early because Haynes demanded they screen the movie, too.

I gotta be real careful not to let too many ca. 2005 demon powers re-activate.

SUP

DMK waiter axing whether we did drugs before coming over. Kid, I do not need this. What I need is fried pickles. Bring them forth immediately.

Don’t be surprised if I love you for all that you are I couldn’t help it It’s all your fault.

Don’t be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn’t help it
It’s all your fault.